We both knew it was strictly forbiddensince he was the heavy weight champion thenbut we also understood it was our one chance.We'd met earlier that week through fate.Me with my crazy clothes and wild streak.Him with his entourage and manager.After a while we realized that he hadlived under the tight grip of his job too long.He had never had a double banana split beforeor hear the roar of the "Dragon Fire" rollercoaster.So we knew what we had to do that night.Dressed in black I snuck into his compoundand in his white nighty he climbed own the ropethat I'd taught him to make out of bed sheetsand we ran, giggling, into his first night out.

He lost his match the very next day.A straight TKO in only three painful rounds.The attendants found his fingernails bright redbeautifully pained the night before to match his glovesBut as he lay on the floor, blood dripping below his eyeLennox looked right at me, winked, and smiledand I knew that it had been worth it.